It's to be taken account of that no one doubts Via. It doesn't matter how, she is determined to blow down that mountain. The goal to overcome the fear of heartbreak and loss.
"How are you?" Words are said casually as a single finger taps glass filled with clear yet, strong liquid.
"Good." red lips down a whole glass causing the throat to burn and threatening orange eyes to water. But it's good pain, physical, not the emotional hurt that's buried itself deep in the now tainted black heart itself.
"You've been MIA for two months and all you can say is 'good?' Seriously? I thought you were smarter than this..." gray eyes stare pitifully at the orange haired girl.
"I haven't been MIA to everyone." the last word emphasized in hopes it will sting and burn. A smug smile accompanies the now pink hued cheeks. "Now, if you excuse me. I have other people to talk to."
The world is her runway and as she struts through the room in a midnight black dress fitting her slender body, all eyes nearby look to get a mere taste of the gorgeous lady. Unknown, a pair of eyes look sadly at the back of the retreating beauty.
Drink after drink, the burning now turned to numbness... she was never a good drinker. Pink cheeks and breath smelling heavily of alcohol. No one dares to make a move to taint the already gray and blue soul.
"You shouldn't drink so much." And the reason of drinking the brutal liquid lay before her, once again.
"I can handle myself." though still light and airy, the voice is now slurred. Expected.
"Let me take you home." there is no objection. Not when a jacket is placed on her shoulders and a warm hand holds her hip steady.
She blames it on the alcohol.
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Orange and Gray (Age Matters)
Fanfiction"Because... I hate you." it's true, true as the hate is equal to love... but that doesn't need to be known. Tears fall out of sunset eyes as shoes are pulled loosely on and a door is swung open. It's easier to hate and avoid than face the truth. ...
